Short Revering Poems
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Flowing through a green forest,
it splashes on sharp, maroon rocks
revering beauty and silence...
God's spirit dwells here.
favorite
preferred, esteemed
prizing, revering, adoring
blanket, color, wasp, pain
hating, dooming, damning
scorned, despised
nuisance
Revealing nothing
Trees blinking their ancient truths
Explaining nothing
Nature lovers see their souls
Hugging them gently
Revering the gatekeepers
Replenishing the planet
Worship
Blissful, Divine
Healing, Uplifting, Revering
Emptying my sorrow, Draining my tomorrow
Recalling, Grieving, Erasing
Grave, Distraught
Worry
Can our spirits pray
without God at the center
Can worship pay homage
to self
Can divinity reign
in each person ordained
Revering what’s hidden
—indwelt
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
We are nothing but the guests to whom God has extended His hospitality
For that, we ought to be guarding and revering nature's universality!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 December 2021
resplendent is the love that comes
when two hearts beat--as if one
nothing greater than the tie that binds
nothing greater shall you find
kindred spirits that find a path
footsteps tread a smooth swath
souls intertwined with silver string
everlasting and revering
A beloved couple
devoted earnestly
for generations.
How?
I just knowingly
love more now?
Or perhaps,
quietly revering
someone truly,
uniquely, vested
with xenial youthful zaniness.
Anniversary Poetry Contest Placed First
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Date wrote: 15th September 2022
Affection begets caring devotion.
Enlivening faithful, generous, helpfulness.
Inexplicable joyfulness keenly liberates.
Merriment, nuptials, opulent passions –
Quenching, revering, satisfying, tenderly.
Ultimately venerates,
‘Wakens Xanadu, youthfully, zealously.
© July 22, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
P is for pacifists who live in every corner of the world we see
E is for each one of us bringing a bit of hope to little ones wee
A is for acknowledging their knowing who they need to be
C is for creating a better day, revering forest, meadow and sea
E is for enthusiastically advocating peace, which must start with thee
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Who are these peers to whom
I'm supposed to belong to?
Certainly not my soul mates, nor kin.
I fear they're lackey leerers,
peering and sneering,
in unsavory ways.
Smearing my reputation
by claiming I'm in their
in-crowd, all endearing
and revering when I'm not.
I'm a mutineer from
the peer besmear,
So let's be clear about that!
In a perfect world
There are no wars
We are all brothers and sisters
Moms and Dads revering and loving
Believing in the goodness of offspring and neighbors
We support each other
Understanding that we are all the same
Each a piece of the human race that needs to be
For the puzzle is not complete without each one of us
Soul sisters, soul brothers, souls united in hope and peace and love.
when i am stressed
overwhelmed
my life spins out of control
always chasing my tail
feeling tossed about
no matter what i do
no matter how i try
my life still spins out of control
i’m nothing but a slave
to all powerful master
* time *
my heart my soul
my spirituality
are at their weakest
literally
bowing to the wrong masters
revering manmade gods
AP: 3rd place 2020
When I shared a tiny piece of bread,
the eyes of an unknown hungry kid,
vented the spiritual chants, the secret
way to attain the heaven's steps.
When I prayed for others,
I felt like I was nearing the God;
Revering the labours equally,
aided me to fathom the rapport.
Nothing but a benign smile,
solaces the wilting souls;
Nothing but a compassionate word,
spreads the smile across the world.
I'm trying to save the world today.
The glory moment.
Finish the novel.
Feed the children.
Fill their souls.
Redeem the soul of the world.
Hand back their dignity.
Sign off on full disclosure.
Biking right through the bourgeoisie.
Let them see.
I am the light.
Shining from sea to sea.
Do you hear me?
Paul Revering?
So send me home
Or let me roam.
Any way is the way,
Since I'm trying to save the world today.
Artistic skills that demand perfection
Questions only answered by persuasion
Unhurried actions that won't deliver regret
Amazingly sophisticated in telling his inner self
Revering the wonderful gifts that life offers
Insightful as the sentiment of a poet raising from his soul
Uncertain to cross a bridge when the river is turbulent
Silent when no words can be found to express his grief
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A World Apart
Is this what we have become
a world apart
Why is there this hallowed blackness
emanating from the shrinking sun
leaving all blinking
as we wallow in the shadows
Why is your smile
smeared with a smirk
making all to shriek
marvelling at the marauders
Why the reeling smoke
With its’ mocking reality
taunting the future with friction
revering the reverend reveler
as the world reveals its’ second face
Theology exists above and beyond the Church
Holy Orders create an esteemed priest from a humble man
Everlasting life surrounds all those who believe
Consecrating bread and wine in remembrance of Jesus
Heavenly Father, Son and Holy Spirit watch over
Under the guiding light of candle, Monks toil
Revering wise leadership of Pope, Bishops and Clergy
Christians receive blessings, giving tithes in honor
Highest is the calling to live as a Saint eternal
Mulled Cider
M-is for Merry Christmas.
U-is for unforgettable lights!
L-is for lullabies to the Christ
L-is to laughter with those you love
E-is the heady fragrance of evergreens
D-is for decorations, so divine
C-is for the carols we happily sing
I-is for the infant, Jesus, our King
D-is for December,snow on the ground
E-is for embraces with our family
R-if for revering and remembering
December 15, 2019
My inner child is dancing her truth
Spinning, whirling, twirling,
Showing her trueness
Revering her self-power
Enjoying her goodness
Instilling confidence into her soul level
I am whirling and twirling with her
For we are one right now
My inner child and I, enjoying the day
We have painted, drawn cartoons
Written poetry, and now we are dancing
Later we may play the drums. Not sure yet
We are doing whatever we want
Because we deserve it
My inner child and I.
Glad to be here next to morning
where the sun shines like a sign
Augur moments made for singing
old refrains of songs of time
Belting out she aims to rhyme
It's an honor to be part of
earth's remembrances and joy
Harbingers of love thereof
she His messenger His envoy
Singing out like Helen of Troy
Beneath a sky of ancient blue
one daughter filled with awe
Revering flowers filled with dew
and blessed crows that caw
Voicing out with gusto, chaw
CRUSADE
The crusader brandished his stiff sword
sharpened
didn´t want
but beheaded idols
to liberate his inner temple
swift and passionate was his riding
saturated
didn´t want
but unpaved the temples
to remember the first stone
and had peace
on the way he clashed spades
bled
sparked spades
was blinded by light
floated in the void
and saw colors
earthly shades
and then kinetic spatial explosion
of unknown prisms
crossing cross crusaders
irreligious and revering